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Safe Travels

I walk dark
Mid night camouflage my face
Provide sanctuary against
Malicious souls and deadly spirits 
Who seek to pick my life to insanity
Who offer my body up as road kill
A decade ago, five years ago, yesterday, tomorrow;

Smiles bright as the sun in mid sky
 Grins at dusk 
Sneers at twilight
Mocks mid night;

Flesh pick from 
Blue black brown bodies 
Peel back by hot coal 
Set to noose five hundred years of dreams;

I slide through the darkness
Naked
For safety
Mid night camouflage my likeness
Blinds malicious souls and deadly spirits to my breath;

I watch
Listen
As siblings dressed in multi-colored joys
Are picked insanely from life 
Torn from the fabric of their mid day lies
By truth of white fire
Rope 
Tar
Blood.

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Before Promises Were Lies

Before our feet touched the ground
And love was asked to run, walk, but not fly
And it task to trust that which we could not see,
But only sense and feel
And dance without music, 
And against the channel of the wind

Before we could feel our hearts
Beat violently against the walls of our chest and 
Our lungs empty, dry grasping for God’ precious
Breathe

Before our legs burned from lactic acid build up
Caused by endless usage and eternal exhaustion;
Before the lightness of our selves transformed into galumph self awareness

Before all our hands could do were hang,
Limp, lifeless by our sides;
Before all our arms could only was to abstain from their expanse, 
Before the aborted forgiveness of the other; 

Before our eyes were arid from too many tears
And too much tearless-ness,
And our mouths perfused malodorous verbiages; 
And breathless profanity cut our sacred throats 
Before being hurdled at the last soft, vulnerable, defenseless tissue of the other

Before . . . when it was only God, when the sun and the moon bowed 
Before us, vessels for the gift of Divine Love, our bodies knowing 
Before our minds, egos, pride. 
Before when the universe of stars applauded our every unison breathe;
Before it was time for us to accept the gift;
We were God.

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Paradise

The everyday ordinary beauty of this exquisite island paradise
Amplifies the hellish anguish of your absence;

The sea rushes in and out 
Lullaby’s the inhabitants
Into nocturnal wonder; 
Caresses the sharp boarders of 
Unexpected dreams; 
Softening their jagged exteriors with delicate 
Whispers which leaves memories of 
Sensual wet kisses on my cheeks;
My body howls, trembles in 
Uncontrollable sorrow/sadness;
A cruel game played by God;

My eyes look out on the blue sea;
I feel the rock-a-bye rhythm of the water’s lull;
I taste the gentle sweetness of the morning mist;
I hear the lovely choir of cocks 
Crowing at each breaking dawn;
I am deliriously ungrateful;
I long to taste the soft salty musk of you sweat.

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Numbers Poem 3

Between the glossy panels of my mind 
Thoughts of love children
Puking inside their mother’s wombs
Travel back and forth and back and forth.
What makes you think it is alright to discard my 
Mental capabilities as trifle 
Emotional walls which you would rather stray
Graffiti paint on to camouflage as curtains
of the bedroom the night before and after a hot spell?

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Winter

Look, Look the winter is dancing
in mid hot summer
causing sweat to crystallize on the faces 
of daisies, tulips and oak leaves;

Folks are screaming to the Lord
for mercy
for recognition
for more, more, more of something
which name they cannot call;

Dancer drink a toast to themselves
a toast to their beginnings
a toast to their end days;

My heart opens to start the day
cold winds blow slicing the atmosphere
trembling the earth’s center.

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My Lover's Backside

My lover’s backside makes me weep;
I drew it from memory on the first try 
Then traced it over and over again for hours;

His backside is anguished joyous home and 
Disturbing wonder caught, entangled 
In a moment of Divine vision, Divine humor, Divine confusion;

My hands are too small to cup the thick fleshy softness
Of the two dignified bumps that reside between the 
Lower valley of his long back and the upper plains of his sturdy thighs;
It holds my vision in compulsive playback,
An enigma to my mind;

Those two majestic bumps:
They meet in gasp-filled union at the base of 
His lower back valley and hesitantly separate
Forming a twined horizon to his being;

At a touch my heart quickens;
I am instantly transported to the moment that 
Gave birth to the universe;
The sensation of hot molten lava cascades 
Up and down my spine in rapid succession;
I am awed by this beauty;

My lover’s backside is feminine, grounded, earthy
Belonging to the fertile soil
To the deep green fecundity of rain forests and 
Tropical isles; 

To slide my hands along the lower crest of my lover’s backside
And reach wide till my fingers swoop around the outer most 
Curves that ascend to the crevasse of his hip bones;
The back of my throat to goes dry;
Saliva pours from every gland inside my mouth;
My soul surrenders;

My lover’s backside is a prayer
A God moment, 
In a perfect and unexpected place.

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Naked, soul served out
on the Ax murder’s lawn
pulsating in death’s hesitation.

Cracked at the crevasses
visions of red
engulf the air
waiting, waiting
waiting for a rush of purple
grey madness to terminate 
the perplexing edge of time. 

I am at my soul’s wits end
hoping to grasp a very 
smooth corner of the next ride
that passes hastily by me. 

Surrender, surrender
surrender to the pensiveness
of the wait.
Surrender . . . the dirt wind shiver
to me 
surrender.  

I shake
wait
afraid
wait.

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Goodbye Friend

1.	Friend, I have stood on the precipice of thy blade before
                     The sharp edge shall slice my heart so precisely, deliberately, cleanly
                     Only one drop of blood shall shed;
                     A silent moan will echo 
                     Through the past and future 
                     With a knowing 
                     Reconcile.


2.	I expected the wind to halt its path;
	I anticipated that the sun would burn a hole though the sky;
	I estimated that the pregnant clouds would give birth to a new
	Ocean that would drown the world with its wetness;
	I knew that that life without your love would was to live without 
	Salt or fire; I know now that I was right..


3.	The phone has stopped ringing;
	When I call you are just coming in or going out.
	The distance in your voice stills the air.

4.                 The mailman never did deliver well;
	Now his deliveries are only the heartless, animosity of bills;
	Your mail takes years to arrive; 
                     When it comes it is a two-lined postcard
	From your vacation life.  

5.	My life is the ocean, deep, wide, calming, threatening,

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Leuven Summer 2004

The sky opens daily unleashing its sorrows;
Drenched from head to toes with mourning
I am soaked at my marrow; 
The thickness of disgrace and disillusionment 
Pours from the pours of the inhabitants
Morose unsung songs stick to the root of 
Intoxicated tongues.

The heavy laden gray pregnant clouds
Sits on the shoulders of the natives,
Who, broken from the weight of centuries of  
Lies, deceit, and silenced horrors, 
Snarl at tourists, guests, and the accidental immigrant.

Buildings, rebuilt and rebuilt in an endlessly unchanging 
Pattern of neurotic compulsion,
Look unnaturally new of yesterday’s atrocities; 
Yet the newest is a present day holocaust,
As spirits abandon bodies perpetuating mind-crimes
And clouds hang pregnant mothers 
With sorrow and unleashes mournful sadness
Of the dead who walk a life they cannot live.